Rose felt a little nervous when Andrew's grin died, and she wondered if she had done something wrong. Her own smile faltered for a second. But he squeezed her hand. It was alright, wasn't it? She did not have much time to reflect on it. The people in the other boats started swinging, and Rose was too competitive to let them have all the fun.

She pulled her hand back and clutched the beams. "You better hold on tight!" she teased, and, standing, she began to move her body, shifting her weight to get the large swing in motion. It wasn't very lady-like, but Rose was a fishing girl, not a lady. And the swings made her feel like a child again. For the moment, she didn't care about acting properly and feminine, even in front of Andrew.